Ye Shiming felt like his anger was burning him to ashes. "Stop! You actually want to continue?"
"Fine, if you're not taking me, I'll go by myself!"
Xiao Xi reached new heights in a flash, darting past Ye Shiming and running towards the second courtyard.
Ye Shiming collapsed to the ground, and after a while, he heard crackling sounds again.
He was so angry that he was under general anesthesia. After a while, he took out his phone to call the police, but sure enough, the phone had no signal.
"I'll fight him to the death!"
As the head of the Ye family, it is simply unacceptable for a little girl to ride on his head and defecate on him.
Suddenly, he felt an immense surge of power within him and charged forward.
Sure enough, Xiao Xi had also demolished the second courtyard. Ye Shiming only saw Xiao Xi's heels as she rushed towards the third courtyard.
Ye Shiming also ran wildly. Today it's either you die or I live. I can't let this devil destroy the last courtyard.
So what was the point of him running into the last courtyard?
Xiao Xi's speed increased rapidly, her blade flashing dazzlingly.
As she danced, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred up, forming streams of air.
Gradually, Xiaoxi's figure began to blur, and the sword light became more and more intense, as if forming a series of afterimages.
These afterimages, like illusory shadows, intertwined with Xiaoxi's real movements, making them difficult to distinguish.
Xiaoxi suddenly stopped again, staring blankly at the statue of the deity enshrined in the main room.
Looking at the courtyard house left by his ancestors for hundreds of years, Ye Shiming felt a sense of desolation, but he still had boundless courage and stood guard at the entrance of the main room.
There are household gods enshrined inside. Could it be that the little girl is so heartless as to want to cut down their household gods as well?
This statue represents the faith and spirit of their family; it is the guardian deity of the Ye family.
Ye Shiming must protect it and ensure it stands forever.
If the little evil spirit really destroys it, he won't even be able to protect the family god statue. He, as the head of the family, shouldn't live in this world. He won't have the face to live.
"Get out of the way!"
"Then step over my dead body."
Someone actually made such a request?
However, Xiaoxi, mindful of Ye Shiming's selfless dedication to protecting his family, did not grant his request.
She felt that time was running out and didn't want to argue with Ye Shiming.
Then Ye Shiming flew up and landed not far from Ye Lingfeng's feet.
Xiao Xi rushed into the main room, holding a crescent-shaped blade, and stood before the statue of the deity, her eyes shining with unwavering determination.
She took a deep breath, then gathered all her strength and swung the crescent blade fiercely at the statue.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still.
The crescent blade drew a sharp arc in the air, whistling through the wind, and struck the statue like lightning.
The statue stood there silently, as if silently enduring the blow.
The moment the crescent moon touched the statue, a crisp impact sound was heard, sparks flew, the statue trembled slightly, and suddenly a large gash appeared from the top of its head to its chest.
A large amount of blood flowed out from the wound.
Blood flowed down the statue's body, forming a strange pool of blood on the shrine.
The blood dripped slowly onto the ground again.
The red liquid was so vivid and so dazzling that it instilled fear in people.
A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, an eerie odor that permeated the entire space, making people feel suffocated and uneasy.
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